Eterminate! Delete! Exterminate! Delete!

In a rather strange turn of events and feelings, I think right now I'd much rather enjoy hearing myself talk than see it all written down... I think my meds are creating this mindset. That can be kind of bad, I think, and must be conquered. Later.

I haven't had a chance to really work on my math goal yet, seeing as I've missed the first two days of school after a lovely and busy winter break. I don't even know if we finished The Dark Knight or what in that class. That reminds me... I need to get that back from Zoekia...

Butanyways. Over break I got a lot of time to relax and a lot of time to see family as well. My Christmas Eve was nice. I got to see all of my cousins on my dad's side of the family, which is, like I've probably mentioned in past posts, quite rare. Usually I kind of feel rather awkward with my cousins. My sense of humour is the same as my cousins, and also very different. When we're in our little social circles(literally circles), we start talking about something "normal" and point out how weird it actually is and then we begin to make jokes about the thing. I tend to go in a little too much depth with my wise cracks, I guess, or I'm too quiet, or my play on language is missed because it's too subtle. I always feel like I've killed the whole thing after I've spoken because everyone looks at me weird or everyone gets quiet for a moment. Maybe my remarks are too dark? Language too... specific? The conversation always picks up again after a couple of seconds, though, and I go back to listening and watching my cousins. This Christmas Eve, though, I felt totally like I fully fit in. Maybe it's because I had this circular knitting loom thing, knitting a tube that would soon have a reason, that people were paying more attention to me? I admit... It is kind of hypnotizing, watching someone use one of those things. My friend Zoekia has one and I can watch her work for many minutes at a time.

Christmas Eve was held at my grandparents' house, as always. Anywhere else would be abnormal. Well... maybe my aunt Nancy's house would be alright. But other than that, it would just be weird. Completely abnormal!

Also, through the span of two weeks, my brother and I managed to watch the first two seasons of Doctor Who. Well, the first two new seasons. The remakes, I guess. That show is so wonderfully fun to watch, despite its cheesey moments. Those are kind of what make up the fun, though! Also, watching it with my brother adds to the enjoyment. For the last three episodes of the second season, Isaac and I ended up staying awake past 4am I think. It was so worth it, though. That show really likes to pull at the heart strings of the fans and I found myself crying a little at the end of the season. It really was sad. I also tend to get emotionally attached to certain characters and was really sad that this character was leaving because I really like them! Bluh. Anyways. Isaac and I are(hopefully) going to start watching the third season this week, if all of it downloads. Usually I feel nothing about downloading TV shows because they're free anyways, but since Doctor Who is a BBC show, and the BBC is the British Broadcasting Channel, and the Brits actually pay a tax for their television every year to fund stations like the BBC, I feel kind of bad. I don't feel bad about downloading music because the record companies get most of the money from albums while the artists get next to nothing. Bt that's another rant for another day...

I rediscovered an old friend over break on World of Warcraft. It was totally shocking to talk to him a couple years later... to actually even be talking to him. To think that we stayed with WoW for so long, and on the same server, too! AND that we both had switched factions. I'd go into explaining this jargon, but just trust me, that'd take too long, and it's a huge thing we found each other again. It was great.

Before we knew who the other was, we were roleplaying with each other. Roleplaying is where someone creates a character and interacts with other characters that other people have made. It can become really complex with how real the character may seem and all of the story lines that they can get mixed up in. It's really a writer's thing... And my brother doesn't seem to understand the fun in it at all. Haha.

So my friend and I were roleplaying with each other, throwing insults and what not. Our characters are both very racist. But then we started talking "out of character" and that's how we found out that we knew each other from a couple years back, when neither of us knew what we were doing and typed with horrible grammar and spelling. Not my proudest internet days, but I made good friends. Thank goodness for maturing. So Alec and I ended up talking until, like, 3am, which is really late for me, even on a break. Eventually we exchanged facebooks and phone numbers.